#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Are you hurt, Briar?" She says with calm resolve with real concern and starts to walk with her towards the direction of the hold. SHe's not letting her down yet

"THistle, let's head back"

Citron and Schip twirl and spin in the air, chiming cheerfully as though THEY have triumphed.

"Sure..."

"Yes! It hurts! Leggo!" A whine, somewhat strangled.

Does it seem to truly be hurting Briar? or is she exagerating?

She squirms and grunts. It's hard to say, it's dark out as well. A Gwydion would know, perhaps.

"THistle, could you give us some light, please?"

"Sure?" She has a tiny maglight on her keychain!

by light of maglight, Gladiola can make sure she's NOT choking Briar

By the light, they both catch the glare of bloodshot eyes and the gnash of angry teeth, as Briar demands again in a snarl, "Let. Me. Go."

Thistle backs away a step.

...or three.

They both find a sour, sinking, cold feeling in the pits of their stomachs, and sweat breaking out on their brows as their resolve wavers in the face of the small, yet terrifying beast they dare hold at bay.

Gwen feels the fear, and she knows her fingers are uncurling but she also feels that hatred of betrayal rising too. It might be the only thing that alows her to drop the girl with relative calm

Briar seems somewhat surprised that it actually WORKED, and thuds to the ground without grace. She picks herself up with a bit of satisfaction, brushing at her knees - the girl seems fine, moving without twinge of pain or injury. "That's more like it. Now - you can tell me - what the fugg you're on about here?!"

"I'll tell you when we get back to Silverwolf." she says wondering if the sweat on her brow shows

"But the Baron wants to talk to you" She adds

"Mebbe I'm not done here. Mebbe I don't feel like going back just yet." Her eyes narrow. "Bout what?"

"A threat to the Barony" She answers.

"... you're okay, right? The thallain didn't get you with any weird mojo?" Hesitant, with a hint of worry. A pause. "Of course, you're tough, but thallain are... their magic is different, ain't it?"

"I didn't threaten anything! 'Cept you. And you started it." Briar growls at Gwen, and then turns to look Thistle up and down. Not as far up, thankfully, she doesn't have to crane her neck to look at the Nocker that hadn't caught her attention until now.

"What's it to you. They didn't do shit on ya." A narrow eyed glance back at Gwen too. "Ain't broke no rules. Ain't done shit. We was just talking. Or is there a law against that now?"

'glad you're all right." Gwen keeps them walking towards the Baron

"They're like the spriggans, right?"

Briar plants her feet. Gwen will find that she moves on, but she's not being followed.

Briar grunts to Thistle. "Ain't talkin' to no dog-nappers."

"No - these ones are what, cannibals, right?"

"Meat's meat. You got a problem with that? Then don't eat it."

gwen stops and turns

"Uh. People aren't meat."

Then Gwen moves back to Briar "the Baron wants to see you and will need your help. "

"I mean, yeah, muscle is technically meat. But you don't eat people."

Briar's thought process ticks slowly, but it gets there, and she points accusingly at Gwen. "YOU made it sound like I set them up!"

"Like - you wouldn't eat Glass, either, even though some places eat dogs."

"Yeah, well, Glass ain't here. It was just me, havin... having a perfectly fine discussion. On my OWN. With my friends." Pointed and snapped towards Gwen.

"Those were your friends?"

Gladiola is texting 'TXT: Baron . Found Briar. She's not wanting to come home. i am not chastising per your orders. But she's been hanging with Thallian and..worse. please help or send a thane to help?_

Then she texts to the thanes Txt; _At so and so... need back up. Thallian ghasts in area. Proceed with caution

Gladiola looks up from her phone , which is too high up to grab easy 'sorry, did you say something, Briar?'

There is no immediate answer from the Baron, which may not be surprising. Briar is glaring up at Gwen, clearly she can see that texts were happening.

"You know I did. Yeah. Yeah, they are. What of it?" Jaw jut, teeth still bared.

Gwen's phone rings abruptly - Danielle Marshall, says the caller ID.

Or, however Gwen has it in her phone...

"Ghasts aren't kihtain. they're not 'unseelie' they actually harm the Dreaming. redcaps hunt them for a reason, because redcaps are the best monster hunters in our world. Dirk? he kills them on sight"

then she answers the phone "Yes?"

"But they're.. like the spriggan? They're wrong."

"Gwen. Are you in immediate danger? Where are you?" The Sergeant is no-nonsense and cuts to the chase.

"Dirk? He... " She considers, then, her eyes WIDEN. "You called the FUZZ?" Briar is aghast. "A-C-A-B! I Can't believe you..." Hearing the barking tones of Danica on the line.

Ivan wags his tail.

Thistle fades back another step, spirals shifting to an anxious mustard-yellow.

"They're wrong, issat it? You know people say that about redcaps, too? And sluagh, I know you've gotten The Talk from Nadeen." Briar glowers.

"we just had an encounter with Ghasts... See text for location?" she repeats "And not in immediate danger, thanks, but I will need back up if it can be provided"

"Sluagh don't feel that wrong. Or redcaps. That's just.... dark?" Flustered.